Date: Thu, 30 Nov 2006 19:45:03 +0000
From: Pink Panther <pinkpanther2@hotmail.co.uk>
Subject: 'Some Other Blues' Chapter 9

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                                  9

I walk up the drive to Zac's house. My heart's thumping. He opens the
door looking excited. I can guess why.

"It's all set for tomorrow night," he tells me. "Then we'll be five
hundred quid richer, two-fifty each."

"I'm not doing it," I tell him.

"Why? What's the problem?"

"I don't want to see pictures of me with your dick up my bum all over
the internet, that's the problem."

"I told you, it's a private performance for this one guy!"

"Yeah? And then what happens? He lets a couple of his mates have a
copy. They pass it on to some of their mates. Then someone puts on a
website or a file-sharing network and bang, anyone can get it."

"Who told you that?"

"My boyfriend; I told you he works with computers and that."

"Well, I don't know what you're making such a fuss about anyway," he
says sulkily.

"What d'you mean?"

"Arron, you're a fuckin' rent boy!"

I can't believe he just said that. "What are you talking about?" I
snap back angrily.

"It's fuckin' obvious! Up til a few months ago you were going round
in scruffy clothes, worn out trainers, never had any money. Suddenly
you've got all trendy new clothes, money in your pocket. How's that
work? That guy you call your boyfriend; your sugar-daddy more like!"

"It's not like that!" I bark back at him. "Sure, he's got a good job
and buys me stuff `cause he wants me to look nice, but I'd be going
with him even if he didn't have any money."

"Oh yeah? And how many other pervs had you been with before you met
him?"

I'm totally gobsmacked. I open my mouth but for fully five seconds no
words come out. "Just tell the guy I've changed my mind and I don't
want to do it." I say eventually.

"But I've told him you're up for it! I'll look a right wanker if I
have to say you're not going to do it; like I was bullshitting."

This just gets worse. Is that really all he cares about? The
realisation hits me like being slapped across the face. Zac doesn't
give a shit about me or what I feel, the only thing that matters is
himself and what he wants. As long as I'm going along with that it's
all nicey-nicey, but as soon as I don't .. Jon was right; I should
never have trusted him.

"Look, Arron," he says in a somewhat more conciliatory tone. "I'll
fix up the camera so he won't be able to see your face, okay?"

It's too late. I'm so angry that I wouldn't do it now whatever he
said.

"You can fuck off!" I snap at him.

It's over, finished. I turn round and walk out, slamming the front
door behind me.

                            0 o 0 o 0 o 0

It's lunchtime, Jon and Ricky are looking worried.

"Have you and Zac had an argument?" Jon asks.

"A bit, why?"

"A bit? He's going round telling people you're a rent boy. Julie told
me; he was talking to Emma and Katie."

I can't believe it. That's sheer spite, just getting back at me
because I wouldn't go along with his stupid scheme. I swallow hard;
this is going to take a bit of doing but I really don't have a
choice. I tell them the whole thing, the webcam, the porno he's got,
everything.

"Arron, you're not blagging about those videos are you?" Ricky asks.

"No way, man!"

"Are they on his computer or has he got them on disks?"

"On his computer."

"Well, I guess we'd better find him and put him straight," Ricky
says.

They disappear in the direction of the bottom field. It's about ten
minutes later when they return.

"What happened?" I ask

"We told him not to say one more word about it to anyone or we'll
kick the shit out of him."

"You didn't hit him, did you?"

"Not really," Jon says guardedly. "I just kneed him in the balls to
make sure he'd got the message."
"He might go bleating to the teachers."

"He won't," Ricky says, grinning. "We told him we know what he's got
on his computer. I also explained that he can't get rid of it. Sure
you can delete it, but once it's on your hard drive, it's on there.
He's in my I.T. class so he knows I know what I'm talking about."

Ricky's amazing. He really struggles to read stuff, but he's an
absolute genius with computers. I'm sure he'd get on really well with
Steve; it's a shame they'll never meet.

"Thanks, guys," I whisper, feeling really embarrassed at having got
myself into this mess.

"Problem is he's already told a few people," Jon says. "It could be
all over school by tomorrow; there's nothing much we can do about
it."

He's right, of course. All we can do is wait and see what happens.

                            0 o 0 o 0 o 0

It's been two days and nobody's had a go at me, nobody's started
calling me names; it looks like I might have got away with it. Zac
obviously clammed up after Jon and Ricky spoke to him. He doesn't
really have any mates; I'm not sure how much notice anyone would take
of him anyway. It's been a scary few days, but I would have had to
stand up to Zac eventually. If it hadn't been this it would have been
something else. Well, it's done now, maybe things can get back to
normal. We break up for the October half term tomorrow; after a
week's holiday there's a good chance everyone will have forgotten
about it.

When I get home, Mum's already there. She usually works a half day on
a Thursday so that's no surprise. I can sense something's wrong the
moment I walk through the door.

"Arron, I want a word with you!" she says in a tone that tells me I'm
in trouble. My pulse starts racing and my tummy ties itself in knots.

"What's this I've been hearing? Katie Newton's mum spoke to me; you
know she's my boss. Well, I brushed it off, saying it must be some
sort of joke, but when I got home I started doing some checking. You
told me you'd got a Saturday job on the market, but you haven't, have
you? So who's been paying for all these new clothes you've got? Then
there's been all the nights you've told me you were going round to
Jon's. You've never been there, not once. And then there's these."

She produces a pair of underpants that I'd left in the wash basket,
the ones I wore last Saturday when I went to Steve's. They're a mess.
There's nothing I can say. I'm pretty useless at lying anyway; lying
to mum when she's on the warpath is out of the question. There's a
long pause.

"Arron! How could you?" she almost screams at me. "I know we haven't
got much money, but selling yourself just so you can have a few nice
clothes! That's disgusting!"

I look at the floor. She's right, but she's not going to understand
that it's not really like that. And I can't say too much without
dropping Jon in the shit, and Zac too, not that that matters.

"I thought I could trust you; you've always been so sensible!" she
continues. "You know I've got to work, especially weekends. It's no
good me saying you're grounded; I can't be here, you know that. And
what's going to happen next week? I'm going to be worried sick!"

"I won't do anything, mum, I promise," I mumble, hoping somehow that
that might put an end to it.

"Well, I'm going to deal with it!" she tells me firmly. "Tomorrow I'm
going to the police station to tell them what's been going on. Then
you can tell them about these perverts that have been taking
advantage of you so we can get them locked up where they belong!"

It's like my whole world has just fallen apart. She wants me to tell
the coppers about Steve and Paul and the other guys. There's no way I
can do that; I just can't. But what if I don't? Maybe they'll put me
into care, send me off to some kids home. Or maybe they'll wear me
down and I'll end up telling them what they want to know. I wouldn't
be able to live with myself if Steve went to jail because I grassed
on him. Shit! Why did this have to happen?

"I won't talk to them," I say quietly.

"You'll do as you're told!" Mum responds angrily. "Now go to your
room and get your homework done! I don't know if I'll ever be able to
trust you again!"

I head off up the stairs barely able to stop myself bursting into
tears.

                            0 o 0 o 0 o 0

We eat dinner in virtual silence. I do the washing up then head back
up to my room; I don't need to be told. I don't feel like watching
telly anyway. I keep turning it over and over in my mind. What am I
going to do? Mum will go to the police; she doesn't make threats like
that without following through on them. What's going to happen when
they come to speak to me? I'll sit on my hands and say nothing. They
might give it up as a waste of time if I refuse to tell them
anything, but that'll piss mum off even more. But suppose they don't?
Eventually I'll crack, I just know I will.

"Arron! I'm going to bed; I've got an early start tomorrow," Mum
calls through the bedroom door. "Don't stay up late; I don't want you
getting into even more trouble."

Everything's gone quiet. I check the time; it's five past ten. A
really wild, stupid idea starts to form in my head. I start putting
stuff into my rucksack; briefs, socks, a couple of tops, toothbrush
and toothpaste, deodorant. It's as much as I'll be able to carry. I
dress in my best jeans and trainers, tee-shirt, hooded top. As
quietly as I can I make my way downstairs and let myself out through
the front door. It feels strange, being out on my own at this time of
night. I head down to the bus stop. Waiting for a bus seems to take
ages. I'm sure mum's going to come and find me and then I'll be in
even deeper shit. She doesn't. I get on the bus and head into town.
I've never been to Steve's on the bus before, but I know which one it
is. There's one waiting at the bus station when I arrive. I get on
it; moments later we're on our way. I just hope Steve will be in when
I get there.

Getting into the grounds is no problem because I know the code for
the gate. I start the long walk down the drive. Five minutes later
I'm there. I ring the buzzer and wait. After what seems like ages I
get an answer.

"Who is it?"

"Arron."

There's a pause. "You'd better come up."

He buzzes me into the building. I climb the stairs. He's at the door
waiting for me when I arrive.

"What are you doing here?"

I sit on the sofa and tell him everything.

"Shit!" he says quietly. "I knew that kid was bad news, I could just
sense it. So what now?"

"Dunno, thought maybe I could stay here for a bit."

"Sorry, Arron, but that's not going to work, it really isn't. For a
start I've got to go to London on business tomorrow. I won't be back
until very late. I can't take you with me and I'm certainly not
leaving you here on your own. In any case, having you round here for
an hour or two once or twice a week is one thing; if you were
actually staying here somebody would be bound to notice. You know
what would happen then; we'd both be in the shit."

I don't know what I expected, but I'd just had this feeling that
Steve would sort me out, find me somewhere to stay, whatever. That's
all gone now; he's not going to do it and that's that. He likes
having me around for sex, but this is my problem and he's not going
to make it his problem. I guess I might feel angry, like I did with
Zac, but I don't; just disappointed.

"It's okay," I tell him. "I won't grass you up; I don't care what
happens."

"Does your mum know you've gone?" he asks.

"Don't think so; she was fast asleep."

"Well, at least there aren't people out there looking for you yet. I
guess you can stay here tonight. Tomorrow I'll give you some money so
you can sort yourself out for a few days. But sooner or later you're
going to have to find a way of going home."

There's nothing I can say; I've just watched another piece of my
world disappear down the toilet. There isn't a whole lot left.

"Come on, let's go to bed," he whispers. "I've got an early start in
the morning."

I follow him to his bedroom and strip right off. We get into his
beautiful big bed. It's the first time I've actually been under the
covers.

"Steve," I say quietly, "I don't want you to fuck me. I'll blow you
if you want, but I'm not up for going all the way."

"Yeah, that's cool. Probably best not to fuck you anyway. If the
coppers pick you up it would be better if they couldn't see you'd
just been screwed."

That's scary; I hadn't even thought about it. I snuggle right up to
him. It seems strange. This will be the last time I'll be here; no
more Steve, or Daniel or Paul. I'd built our relationship up to be
something it wasn't, and now I know. I run my fingers down his chest.
He is so fit! I'm going to miss him. I reach down and fondle his rock-
hard cock. I said I'd give him a blow-job and a blow-job's what he's
going to get. I snake my head down under the covers and take it into
my mouth, licking my way right down to the base. Steve ruffles my
hair.

"Ooh, babe! That's wonderful!" he coos.

Very gradually I build up the pace, sucking his shaft and massaging
his big, heavy balls. Steve wraps his arm around my back and fondles
my cock. That just makes me suck him even harder. I can sense he's
getting close.

"Oh! Ohh!! I'm gonna cum!" he gasps.

I stay right with it, sucking and licking, as his cock jerks wildly
in my mouth, firing several thick wads of spunk down my throat. I
gobble it down greedily, licking up every last drop to make sure I
don't miss any. Eventually I let him go.

"Oh, wow!" he breathes. "I'd forgotten how good you are at doing
that!"

I get up onto my knees and straddle his chest, crawling forwards
until my knees are by his armpits. He lifts his head up, propping
himself up on his elbows. I put my pillow behind his head and push my
cock into his mouth. It's what I want; it's what we both want. I rock
my hips back and forth, fucking his mouth, quite gently at first,
then harder, deeper, giving him my whole length while he strokes the
backs of my thighs and tickles my bum-hole. Really going for it now,
fucking like a wild animal; oh yes! My balls go tight as the spunk
explodes through my cock and spurts into his mouth in three or four
sticky jets. He swallows it down and lets me go. I sit back on his
legs. Somehow everything seems different. I look down and see a
stranger. Maybe I never really knew him at all. It's over; the
magic's gone. I won't be back, not even for the money, especially not
for the money. I roll off him, retrieve my pillow and fall asleep.

                            0 o 0 o 0 o 0

"Arron! Arron! Wake up!"

I try to stir myself. The surroundings seems unfamiliar then I
remember where I am.

"What time is it?" I ask.

"Half past six; I told you I'd got an early start."

Reluctantly I crawl out of bed and head for the second bathroom while
Steve uses the one next to his bedroom. It's a very handy
arrangement; I wonder how often he's used it. I take a shower. It
feels great. If only I could stay here, but I can't; Steve doesn't
want me. I know I'm being unfair but that's the way it feels. I
return to the bedroom and climb into my clothes. Steve's dressed
before I am. We wander through to the kitchen. A bowl of cereal is
accompanied by a mug of coffee. There's no conversation; I can't
think of anything to say. It's like I'm waiting for him to say
something, to change his mind, tell me I can stay. He doesn't.

I pick up my rucksack. Steve hands me some money, three twenties and
a ten.

"That's all the cash I've got on me at the moment," he says quietly.

Seventy quid, plus the six quid or so that I had already; at least I
won't starve to death, not for a few days anyway. I stash the money
away and we head out to the car.

"I'll drop you at the station," Steve tells me. "Then you can decide
where you're going."

I hadn't even thought about it. The car purrs along. All too soon
we're there. My heart's beating like it's trying to burst out of my
chest. I open the door.

"Take care of yourself, kid," he says.

"Thanks."

I get out and watch the car speed away. This is it; I'm on my own
now.